The lair of all that is unholy. The darkest and most beautiful of the undead lurk behind shadows, calling upon the power of darkness to fuel their bloodlust. Mansions with spiked roof cast long gloomy shadows of those impaled throughout the village. A magnificent Victorian style castle looms over the village, housing the Prince of Darkness himself. If one did not receive presents from Santa, they would probably end up here... As torture victims. Needless to say, you don't ever want to be here. Not even in the day.

"Tch, a lot of help they are." Dismounting from the horse, she left it there to stand in front of the intricately designed door. The large knocker stared out as a skull and she grasped the mandible before bringing it down to known loudly. "Is anyone here?"

"What the hell?" Stalking to her right, she walked cautiously, her movements silent. She stood directly outside the door where the sounds emerged from wondering whether she should go through or just leave.

Behind the closed doors, Liliac giggled. She had seen the girl, she was beautiful. Liliac's red eyes glowed at the scene before her. There was blood, lots of blood dripping from the women's torn vagina. The blood was as fresh as her tears. Luckily, she hasn't loss conscious yet. Liliac was still craving for her screams. She bent down and licked the blood off the floor, it was sweet and mixed with semen. She giggled and flounced through the room to the other door at the far end.

Deciding she might as well knock first she brought her fist down to bang on the wood. Although she wasn't keen on knowing just what had caused those screams, her curiosity won out over her dread in the end.

Liliac heard the knock and ignored it. Her job was done. She sideled back to her master, looking forward for him to suck on her blood. She shivered. She hated it, yet loved it at the same time. It was an addiction.

Her anger at being ignored was beginning to eat at her, so finally disregarding politeness she kicked open the door, only to regret doing so immediately. What she saw was not what she expected. A woman, obviously having been raped, and a man bleeding on the floor some feet away.

"W-What? Who's in charge here?" Cidney stared down at the woman with disgust, but not towards the woman herself. She might love fighting, and she might love inflicting pain, but to rape a woman was something she hated.

The demons pay no heed to her. The man continued weeping and the woman continued crying. Liliac growled a low other worldly growl. She flounced back to the room and watched the girl. Her red hair and red eyes clearly visible through the far end door which she left through not moments before.

Her eyes caught a flash of red, and her eyes were drawn to red hair like her own and eyes like red wine. "You! Were you the one to do this?" She grasped her gun tightly, ready to pull out and start shooting this demonic woman full of holes.

Cidney's eyes widened as she forced herself up to push them away, "Get off me you damn sluts!" Seeing that her escape was cut off by the fire, she glared up at the demon while making sure the demoness didn't try to kiss her again.